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Monday 31 January 2011

Jukebox 4/2

I'm trying a new thing, run with me on this. These are the entries to the Jukebox column I write for my University newspaper, I will now endeavour to post them here before they're published on Fridays, as a sneak peak I guess? Lucky you.


Timbaland feat. Missy Elliot -Take Ur Clothes Off
It's been a while since we've heard anything from Missy but this is a pretty impressive comeback as a part of Timbaland Thursdays (think Kanye's G.O.O.D Friday only a little less, seasonal). There's nothing ground-breaking about this but it's certainly engaging; the shamelessly egocentric lyrics and waka-waka beats spell it out - their not fixing hip-hop because it's not broken.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhwE6mvLXDw&feature=related

Janelle MonĂ¡e - Wondaland
One of those tracks that simply refuses to unleash its vice-like grip on my brain. Less R&B and Soul than the rest of the ArchAndroid, Wondaland is a dazzling pop fairy tale about one girl's attempt to return to sonic nirvana, to retrieve her underwear. The voicework is sublime, drifting between libidinous crooning and fleeting synthetic whispers and the production is truly magical - tingling harps, jangling cow bells and sweeping synths. Immediately likeable and persistently rewarding. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xlo4oYaF4YE


Patrick Wolf - The City
What happened Paddy? What happened to the Cold Cave goth-pop? This sounds more like Dexy's Midnight Runners possessed The Drums in order to declare their time-travelling devotion to their soul mates. And the video? Frolicking on Blackpool beach in pastel shirts? Where's your usual Edward Cullen in body armour wardrobe? Whatever the reason, this is one artist reinvention I can get behind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3hBJIbSScBM

Neon Trees - Animal
This is here for one reason, to get my friend to shut up about this song because if self-importance was a crime, these guys would be the poster boys for the legalisation of water-boarding. Animal is all guileless indie-guitar fiddling and hubris-ridden wailing and outstays its welcome half way through the second verse. Forgettable doesn't even cover it.

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